The live chat exploded the next second.
Qin Yan! You have no heart!
"A powerful minister who could control everything died so easily? Is that reasonable?!"
"If it weren't for Meng Zhen, do you think Qin Yan could have so easily reclaimed the throne? Would he have just turned around and killed him?"
"The imperial family has no inherent ambition, but those who sit in that position must eliminate any future troubles. Let's be rational, everyone."
"Am I the only one who's been affected? Qin Yan doesn't seem indifferent to him; it's just that compared to Meng Zhen, he loves the country more."
"Eating everything will only lead to a balanced diet."
Meng Zhen: I treat you like a master, but you treat me like a sales performance indicator.
"Lady in front, eating everything will only harm you!"
"Hilarious! The comment section suddenly switched from a tragic story to a comedy."
The comments section erupted in heated debate, and the buzz surged.
Song Shi'an watched with great interest, munching on potato chips; the audience's arguments were even more entertaining than the plot itself.
Lin Fan had a few drinks, and looking at Meng Zhen lying in a pool of blood on the screen, tears streamed down his face. "Brother, please don't play such tragic roles next time, okay..."
Song Shi'an a small steamed bun into his mouth. "Where is your life miserable? Except for dying in the end, everything else is pretty enjoyable. Meng Zhen's character holds great power, and everyone except the emperor has to listen to him. Doesn't that make you feel much better?"
Lin Fan chewed on his steamed bun and thought for a moment. Was this right? It seemed right, but it also seemed wrong.
After finishing her meal, Song Shi'an removed her makeup, returned to the hotel, and collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely relaxed.
After taking a shower, he snuggled in bed and opened Weibo's trending topics, only to see everyone discussing the new plot of the night with great intensity.
After scrolling down for a while, the screen was filled with tears and razor blades, interspersed with a few fan art images.
"No, am I the only one who feels that bloodthirsty bastard has gone berserk...?"
[Image] @Half a Pool of Glaze, the artist has released fan art! Absolutely gorgeous! Please enjoy!
" Meng Zhen has only been offline for two hours, and the teacher has already released the image?"
Song Shi'an clicked on the picture and glanced at it. Meng Zhen was lying in a pool of blood, his long hair disheveled, a sword stuck in his heart, and a wicked and alluring smile on his lips.
In the corner, there was a painting of an overturned jade seal, and beneath it, a child was curled up in a pool of blood.
He followed the watermark to the artist's homepage, where the image was pinned to the top and the artist was tagged. The artist had over six million followers.
Song Shi'an commented below. "Thank you, teacher, for drawing Meng Zhen. It's beautiful."
The moment Half a Pool of Glaze received the reply, she hugged her phone and exclaimed.
Her mother peeked out from the kitchen curiously. "What's wrong with this child? She wasn't this excited even when she won the award last time."
She doesn't usually watch TV dramas, but her mother loves to watch them in the living room, so she gradually got used to having the sound of TV dramas in the background.
I was initially drawn to the character of Meng Zhen because of his good looks, but later I was captivated by his charm. Every time he appeared, I couldn't take my eyes off him.
She calmed herself down for a while before replying carefully, "I'm very happy with Teacher Song's reply. Teacher Song's acting perfectly brought the character of Meng Zhen to life. I just added a few colors to him with my paintbrush."
Netizens excitedly watched the interaction between the artist and the actor, and the comment section was as lively as during the Chinese New Year.
"The mutual dedication between the artist and the character is so touching, I'm heartbroken."
"Emma, I get a headache just looking at words, but I still managed to finish this original book."
"After reading the novel, all I can say is 'amazing!'"
"Did you guys notice the child under the pool of blood? That's Meng Zhen when he was little, right? That detail is amazing."
"Teacher Half a Pool of Glaze usually has a six-month waiting list for commercial commissions, but this time she drew fan art for Meng Zhen for free. That's true love."
"Bestie... the teacher you can never get a date with has suddenly come back to life..."
"If you don't understand, just ask: Is Meng Zhen the main character?"
"The one upstairs isn't the main character, but it's really interesting; you should check it out."
"... Why do all the characters you guys support have such short lives?"
Song Shi'an watched videos for a while longer before going to sleep, as he had to get up early to film the next day.
I had only slept for a few hours when there was a knock on the door.
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, the rhythm is so dense it sounds like a drum kit being played.
Song Shi'an pulled the blanket over his head and continued knocking on the door relentlessly.
He got out of bed, swaggered barefoot to the door, opened it, and yawned, his eyes not fully open, saying, " Lin Fan, do you know that disturbing someone's sleep is against all reason...?"
Lin Fan stood at the door, looking as energetic as a rabbit that had just been fully charged. "Brother, we need to get our hair and makeup done early today!"
Song Shi'an leaned against the doorframe, his head nodding, ready to fall asleep again at any moment. "Can't we just get it done at the film set? Is it that urgent today?"
Lin Fan opened his phone and held up D Station in front of him. "Brother, look."
Song Shi'an rubbed his eyes, took the camera, and glanced at it. The scene looked so familiar.
Isn't this a filming location? A group of people are squatting by the fence outside, some holding up cameras.
Some people brought their own small stools and sat in a row, while several girls held up a hand-drawn support banner with a cartoon version of Su Wenli's face on it, and the words "Attorney Su is in court, bystanders please step aside" written crookedly next to it.
He looked up in confusion. "What's going on? Why are there so many people?"
"This is a 'squatting scene,' bro! You've got someone staking out your commute now!"
Huh? So sudden? My head's still spinning, and the stylist is already standing at the door with her makeup case.
Lin Fan quickly helped his brother put on his coat and invited him in. "Teacher, thank you for your help!"
The stylist was incredibly excited. He was woken up at around 4 a. m. by an urgent call saying that an actor needed makeup and styling at the last minute. He drove for almost two hours to get there, and was wide awake as soon as he walked in.
The young man sitting in the chair, so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, wasn't that Song Shi'an, whom she had been repeatedly seeing on her Super Topic lately?
Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the makeup case; she could brag about doing An'an's makeup for a year.
However, she was also a little puzzled. Didn't An'an have her own makeup artist yet? She had to hire one from outside at a high price.
Song Shi'an sat in the chair with her eyes closed, catching up on sleep, letting the makeup artist do whatever she wanted.
The stylist looked at his peaceful sleeping face and resisted the urge to take out his phone to secretly snap a picture several times.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself in the mirror looking like Su Wenli, the seemingly refined but actually scoundrel.
He wore a dark suit, a pure white shirt, his hair was neatly combed back, and he had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
Song Shi'an pushed up his glasses, and the look in his eyes behind the lenses held a hint of something indescribable.
After seeing the stylist off, Lin Fan took him to the car and headed to the film set.
As soon as the car arrived at the film set entrance, fans and paparazzi who had been waiting for the filming location swarmed around it.
Before opening the car door, Song Shi'an took a deep breath, composed himself, smiled, and got out of the car.
" An'an! It's An'an!"
"Attorney Su, are you still holding court today?"
" Shi'an, are you still going to die today?!"
"Are you even speaking human language...?"